Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bootsy Collins to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
Can,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal,
The Black Dice,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
Con Funk Shun,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man,
Tom Boy,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
Erykah Badu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
Simply Red,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro,
Swans,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
The Remains,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
Main Source,
Wire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.